The Cum Slut Chronicles
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AUTHOR NOTES: Well, I went ahead and posted this story here. ^_^ I wrote it and posted it on my Fur Affinity account. That's CrystalMendrilia in case you were wondering. ^_~ And it got a good response. Again this is just a first draft. I hope you guys enjoy it!
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Cum is a substance that both men and women create in their bodies, but it takes a man's body to make the good stuff. A man makes good quality, more quantity and is much more erotic. The reason a man makes cum is to inseminate a woman, that way she can become pregnant with his child. A guy climaxing is not just pleasurable but is also the result of his body mating yours.
I love a man's seed. The taste, the smell, the feeling within or upon my body, the color, shape, and how it oozes upon my flesh... I would listen if blessed with a sound to listen too. They call me a cum slut. People often feel that means you're a filthy whore, and in some cases that is true but that's hardly a trait unique to cum lovers. Cum slut simply means a person who loves cum. Some people find great sexual satisfaction to have doll heads being excreted during masturbation. I happen to find it quite pleasurable to have a climax while I have cum coming onto me. I'm truly and lovingly addicted to man's seed..
That's why I took it upon myself to put on a small, tight T-shirt, light pink with glittery stars and streaks. A small matching skirt that leaves almost as little to imagination as my shirt does, white panties, and no shoes. Being a hare, we tend to not wear shoes you see so it's not really out of place. Tonight was an important... Friday night! The single men are tired from the work week and on the prowl looking for fun. Tonight is a good night for someone like me, that's why I'm putting in so much effort to make sure I look good, smell fresh, and feel soft to the touch. Grabbing my purse, verifying I have all my things, I take one last look at the mirror... showing my approval to myself with a head nod, I leave the house.
Sometimes I wonder if neighbours watch me as I walk to the car, I try to walk seductively to tease them, just in case. I get in my car and drive off. A social belief is if you like sex as much as I do, you're also a ditz. I am a ditz. The social belief is if you like sex as much as I do, your I.Q. is very low because you're not smart. Well, I'm very intelligent, and well aware of what the word smart really means, and that your I.Q. is not a measurement of your intelligence. So, that's one social norm out the window. ^_^ I drive safely because I know what cars are, and what they do, as well as how fast 40 M.P.H. is in retrospect to impact blah blah blah..... ahem I think about random things when I drive.
There's a few bars I frequent. This one is one of my favourites. It's a big place, some arcade games, a pool table, a long bar with a few T.V.'s and a few tables and a bunch of booths. It's these booths that are one of the main attractions. The regulars all know that the booth in the corner is the place a lot of perverts wonder to. This is because of how private it is and yet still so easy to be seen if you're doing something naughty. It's one of those rectangle booths. That booth has many stories to tell if it were able to speak, some stories I can repeat. Tonight, I planned to add a new one.
Many heads turn as I enter, sizing me up, taking in my body, my form, my features, and they all classify me. The entrance is the judgement phase, it's important. If I come off weak, or nervous, they'll know I can be hard to get, or the type looking for a serious relationship, possibly waiting for someone. If I come off as showing myself off for all to see, then the casual people will be tempted to see if I'm interested in a casual meeting as well. Of course, every now and then, you'll find someone daring, or some daring people. Sometimes you can even find people with unusual fetishes.
There's the guys who just want release. They're fun, hot, naughty, and worth the time but they aren't really that special. It's just fun where I use them to appease my lusts and they in turn use me for theirs. The experiences that are worth wild, is when there's a story involved. Some friends are searching for a girl to be an easy lay for their friend who needs to lose his virginity or perhaps, get over an ex girlfriend that broke his heart long ago. They by chance find me, and in turn get what they want, I get what I want, and there's a good story to remember.
It was while I was sitting at the bar when I felt a hand suddenly land on my shoulder and I felt the presence of someone lean up close to my head from behind. It was a guy, "Now unless I missed my mark, I'd say you were searching for some fun tonight?" he asked, quite bluntly as he started to accent his inquiry by gently rubbing at my shoulder.
I tilted my head holding up my drink, "Yes, you could say that." I said taking a sip. He smirks lightly to himself and says suggestively that he hopes I wasn't the shy type to which I amply responded with the obvious truth. Ordering me another drink, he took my hand to lead me off the bar stool, and placing his other hand on my butt rubbing me, lead me towards that last booth. That tells me that he certainly knew what to expect from me. But then, I saw a sight that disappointed me greatly. Sitting in the booth already was a guy and a girl, talking, giggling, enjoying themselves. I stopped turning to the guy, "There's already people there." He only smirked and ushered me on.
I assumed they were with him so when we arrived, I took a quick look at them both and then slid into the booth. The guy who brought me here was a little taller than me, black and tan fur, a thin, long tail, and that smug expression many felines bare. He was certainly in shape but not a muscle builder.
The guy already at the table was also a feline, as was the girl with them. He was silver, and she was tan. They seemed to be a couple and upon closer inspection I realized they both also wore rings. They were married. She had long blond hair, he had short black hair. They were both well formed but not body builders as well. They visually looked good together too but they both seemed to be looking at me somewhat the same as I was looking at them at the moment. Judging.
The guy who brought me was the first to speak. "We've seen you here before so you probably know what all regulars know about this booth right?" I nodded. "And we three are out for a good time tonight, celebrating so we wanted some entertainment and what's what you are." I nodded again, leaning back against the wall so I could perk up a little. The couple smirked a little bit and gave each other an approving glance. He continued, "So to cut right to the chase, we want to use you, in varies ways but we also don't want to waste time. Are you willing to obey us tonight or shall we just try and find someone else to accommodate our needs?"
I thought about the offer for a second. "I, assume there'd be nothing permanent done?" the guy smirked, saying of course not to which I amply replied, "Then it seems we're on the same page." I smiled at the couple, "Do with me as you will." I say turning to the first guy as well.
"Wonderful. Then, take off all your clothes." That made me blush. He smiled leaning back forcing me to remove my shirt manually and my skirt all myself while all three of them watched every move. The girls eyes met mine and I immediately averted my eyes. For some reason, I couldn't look at her. This was so degrading, sitting in a public bar, stripping down to total nudity, with three strangers I've never met before. When I was finished, the girl took my clothes and folded them up setting them on the table. The couple started talking about me, what they thought of my form, my hair, the look in my eyes, my expression, my blushing features, my erecting nipples, as though I weren't even there to hear.
"What do you think Tom?" the girl asked the guy who brought me here in the first place. "Mmm I think she'll do very nicely." He reaches over and grabs my right breast in his hand and squeezes it moving it around in a small circle. "Wow, nice and soft too!"
The girl smiles at me, I averted my eyes again. She told me her name was Jenna and then, "This is what you're going to do. You're going to go under the table and then you're going to take my husbands penis out of his pants and then you are going to use your hands to make him erect, understand?" I nodded yes and climbed under the table.
I looked out the side, I was easily seen if someone would look. Sitting on my knees and my feet, I undid his pants and took his penis out. It was semi erect already so a little bit of caressing from me was all it needed to gain a full erection. The guy behind me, Tom started undoing his pants himself. Once the husband was fully erect now, Jenna took his penis in a hand and pointed it right now me. "Suck it!" she demanded.
His wife ordered me to suck her husbands penis. That was more than I could take and I felt my body shiver with arousal. I needed this, I needed these guys's cum, I needed them on my body, I needed them in my body, I needed to be mated and I needed it now! I quickly opened my lips and slid that penis in, caressing it with my tongue, wetting the shaft greatly before I started sucking, bobbing my head. I heard the couple kissing above the table but I didn't take the time to look. I wanted his cum and I was willing to do whatever it takes to gain it!
Tom said nothing but I suddenly felt his hands against my back, him sliding so one leg was on either side of me, and then he gently nudgingly lifted my waist up, exposing myself to him. It was only a moment after that, I felt the shaft of his penis rubbing against me. I moaned with desire, then I heard Tom's voice above the table. "You hear that? What a slut!" The husband said nothing vocally but responded with body language since they three started smirking.
"Yeah! She'd fuck anyone or anything just to get off! She doing it right love?" she asks her husband, who nodded yes. I started slowing and then speeding with my head, changing the speed but then I felt the Tom starting to penetrate me without even the courtesy of protection. I didn't mind that, I was in heat. "Ohh!" I moaned again. The girl smirked again, as she reached down and caressed her husbands leg.
He took one hand and wrapped it around his wife while taking the other and setting it upon my head, taking my hair and guiding my speed. He also started thrusting his hips a little. I knew he was getting close. The girl leaned up close to him, cuddling with him. Tom started fucking me without a care as soon as he penetrated me. My moans were becoming more and more frequent as my pleasure grew more and more.
"I'm, cumming baby." The her husband says. She simply says, "Mmm..." and lets me continue. The anticipation of the drink I was about to receive, put me into a lustful frenzy and I started fucking Tom as hard and wanting as I possibly could in this position. I strained my body to push down against his cock.
At the last moment, the girl pushes my head up a little and pulls her husbands cock out of my mouth. She masturbated her husband, pointing his penis right at me. I gasped for air and from surprise at the suddenness of the action. Her husband started cumming full out onto my face. Jenna made sure it was spread all over my face without mercy or a care. I even had to shut one of my eyes as a bit almost landed on the eye but luckily missed. I moaned lustfully, fucking Tom with new found strength. I felt a climax already. This just felt so good!
When the husband was finally done Jenna held the cock in front of me. "Lick it clean and then get to work on me!" I did so, and then lifting up her skirt that covered a lot more than mine did, she forced me to take her panties off myself. I knew why she forced me. I was on my hands and knees, being fucked by a stranger, another strangers cum adorned my face, I was a slut, a dirty, disgusting, used and being used, slut. She, was my superior. She wasn't a slut, and knew that I couldn't refuse taking her clothes off for her as she commanded. Her patience was eternal, while my need was intoxicating.
Pulling her panties down with my hands, I was forced to use my knees for balance which was very hard because Tom was not going easy on me. He was about to cum also, and it was obvious. His speed was fast, his hands on my hips, moving me forward and back at his desired pace, all I could do was go along with it at this point.
Jenna's pussy was now exposed and I brought my nose and rubbed it against her clit and I started licking the outside folds, then sliding my tongue inside. I heard her say that she wanted me to rub my cum covered face against her pussy. Heh, and she calls me the slut. She wanted a stranger, covered in her husbands cum to rub her cum covered area against her pussy to get off.
I started to the best I could but Jenna wasn't satisfied! Her husband was probably having fun with her above the table but she grabbed my head with both of her hands and pulled me in, forcing me to literally bury my face against her pussy, which rubbed against me wildly pressing harder and harder. I did the best I could to click at her but I don't think she cared. She just wanted something to rub against. Tom slammed into me as hard as he could, pulled me against his penis as hard as he could, and I felt him releasing his warm, seed into me filling my womb, mating me, trying to impregnate me. I trembled in his grasp, I shook, I convulsed, but I remained his to take.
Jenna was starting to moan loudly, an orgasm coming which persuaded her to rub against me all the harder. My orgasm subsiding from Tom, he pulled his penis out of me and I could feel some of his seed oozing out of me. The Husband was masturbating now, and so was Tom as Jenna's orgasm finished. She released me with a shove and weakly, I let myself collapse on the ground, panting. My face was soaked with both Husband and Wife's lusts, and Tom, whoever he is to them, has filled me with his seed.
One thing is for certain though, these three strangers to me, have all mated me tonight. All three of their bodies have accepted me and has attempted to mate with me for the natural desire of having children. I shivered with the notion.
As I lay there panting I suddenly felt the warmth falling upon me yet again. The Husband's masturbating was climaxing a second time and it was all landing on my neck, shoulder, and hair. I was happy to receive it. I gasped and Tom smirked, already erect again. "Get back in position!" he commanded and I did.
"Clean his penis again!" Jenna commanded and I started licking her husbands penis clean and sucked on the head to ensure it was fully milked, and to get a taste of his seed within my lips. Tom, on the other hand, positioned his penis to penetrate me through my tail hole. Before I could protest, not that I was able to, he heartlessly slammed his wet penis into me. It was covered in my juices and his seed already, so it could slide in but he gave me no time to adapt. It hurt, but he didn't care.
He started fucking me like I was a sex toy, comparable to a dildo. Just meant to be used and left alone. When the pain finally subsided, I started moving against him with his thrusts. Jenna climbed up on her husbands lap, and had slid his penis into her, and was making Love with her husband right in front of my eyes. This was torture!
While I was watching Jenna having another climax from her husbands Love making, I felt the warmth from Tom's seed once more entering me. He was filling everything he could with his seed, as though his body wanted to ensure I would get pregnant. Once he pulled out I collapsed again.
Panting, I was exhausted, tired, I... I needed to sleep. I remember glancing up from the floor and seeing Jenna's pussy penetrated by her husband, making Love to each other, tom glancing down at me, "wow, that slut is exhausted!" The couple smirked at that as my eyes closed and sleepiness took me.
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When I woke up, the booth was empty. It's not the first time I fell asleep at the floor there but it was truly a rare experience falling asleep here. I could feel that pleasant filled sensation still, and that alone almost started arousing me all over again. I smiled to myself, my insides satisfied, my needs met, my lusts appeased... I decided it'd be best to put my things on and go home. I found my purse, with all my things still inside, sitting on the seat right where I had left it. I climbed up into the seat and discovered that my clothes have been stolen. Those guys stole my clothes!
The situation was suddenly scary. I was naked, used, filled, in a bar with lots of horny guys, lots. A girl walking out of the 'last booth' and then walks through the mob of the bar completely naked, is just asking for a 'gang bang' scene. I decided to wait it out under the table for a while and hopefully the bar would empty enough for me to get out without a group event.
About an hour later, Jenna returned and tossed my clothes under the table. "Hey whore, I didn't know they took them, and I'm not putting you through that, here." I grabbed my clothes off the floor quickly, very thankful to be seeing them again. Aside from what I might have had to go through without them, I happen to be fond of my clothes! I looked up at her from under the table and gave a slight bow with my head in thanks. Jenna smirked to herself. I asked her why she called me a whore. I noticed she hadn't referred to me as a whore once this entire night until now I asked.
She blinked, "I didn't think you'd notice. Most whores wouldn't pay attention to things around them so, you'll be smart enough to figure it out." And with that note, she left. As we spoke, I was sliding my clothes on and tried to fix the fur on my face well enough to hopefully not get noticed too much that I'd have to explain things. I wanted to just leave by this point.
They slipped $50 into my purse before they left originally. I don't know why though... it could be just so they could call me a whore from now on, or to pay for the clothes that was stolen, or a polite thankful gesture... there's a lot of possibilities but I prefer thinking of it as a polite gesture.
Yeah, very polite! $50 bucks up for doing something I was resigned to doing for free. Tonight was quite a good night for me.
The End